Disclaimer: I do not own "Supernatural" or any of its characters. I wish I did though.
This takes place some time during Season 2.
Characters thoughts in italics.
Thanks to my beta, FraidyCat
Chapter 3
As Sam awoke still confined to the chair, he could have sworn that he heard someone on a phone. Maybe it was just his imagination. It was hard to concentrate with Nirvana playing in his head. Something wet was trickling down his neck. The blindfold still pressed against his eyes. He started to dry heave, curling into himself. The door creaked open and footsteps shuffled into the room.
A masculine voice startled the hell out of him. "Are you all right, Winchester?"
Sam continued to dry heave. Why was his head pounding? The footsteps retreated out of the room and the door closed as he lost consciousness.
"Hey, Stan didn't you used to be a doctor?" Mitch asked while rubbing his hand over his bald head and standing in the hallway outside Sam's room.
"Yeah, before my gambling problem ruined my career, Stan replied sourly. "Long time ago." An eyebrow arched. Why? What's it to you?
"What do you mean a long time ago? It's only been ten years since we were turned into vampires."
Stan looked wistful. "It seems a lot longer to me."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Anyway, I think there's something wrong with Winchester."
"Well, you'd better hope it's nothing major or Kate will have your hide."
"I'm not scared of her." Mitch replied crossing his arms.
"I'm glad you can say that. Vampires are like a fine wine; they get better with age. I don't think I would want to take her on."
Stan crossed to the door of the room in which Sam was being held and opened it. Sam's head had fallen forward. Smelling Winchester's blood made him hungry. His fangs emerged. Stan had to summon all his willpower to stop himself from feeding off Sam. I wish that Kate would let us feed off him and be done with it but she won't be satisfied until both John Winchester's sons are dead. Luther treated me well. I am all for paying the Winchesters back but I just wished it wasn't a slow payback. He removed Sam's blindfold to check his pupils, which were equal. His head wound could probably use stitches but since they were going to end his life anyway, why bother.
Mitch entered the room and Stan questioned him. "So what was he doing when you came in here before?"
Mitch hunched over and mimicked Sam's retching actions.
Stan laughed. "Maybe you went into the wrong line of work. You should have been a comedian. All kidding aside I can't be sure, but if I had to guess I would say that he probably has a mild concussion."
Kate had been listening from the front parlor. I will have to watch my back when it comes to Mitch. Right now I can't afford to kill the idiot, but eventually I probably will. She was hoping her last call to Dean convinced him not to try anything but she doubted that. If Dean did make an appearance during the day, the preparations which she and the others had made would alert them of his presence. There really was nothing to worry about. Hopefully when the following day came, all the Winchesters would be dead.
"So I guess that's it then." Dean jammed the cell into his blue jeans' pocket. "I'm going to get Sammy alone."
"The hell you are," Bobby yelled. Patrons from adjoining booths looked at him so he lowered his voice and leaned in. "Kid, I know you don't want anything to happen to Sam but getting killed won't help him either."
"What am I supposed to do?" She said, "No tricks, Bobby. That includes bringing backup."
"Before you run off and do something stupid, what would Sam want you to do?"
Dean was pensive for a moment. Then he spoke in a softer tone. "Sammy, wouldn't want me to risk my life to save his."
"We could try doing some recon."
"I thought about that, but what if they are watching? I just can't take that chance," Dean replied.
Dean rose from the booth. Bobby grabbed his arm trying to stop him from leaving. "You know this is suicide. You don't know who you're dealing with and you'll have no backup."
"I know but I have no choice." He pulled out of Bobby's grasp, sprinted out of the diner and jumped into the Impala.
Bobby followed him to the parking lot. "Dean, don't do this!"
Dean looked at Bobby with silent resolve as he peeled out of the parking lot. "I'm coming, Sammy."